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So the prompt is still to write a monster poem I just wrote two. And yes, this one is heavy too but I hope it still touches you.

Monster Memories

The monsters do not lie under your bed
they are in your heart and in your head.
You’ve been hurt
no one can deny.
But you make us prove
over and over again
that we’ll be there to save you.
You put yourself in danger
you live in a state of threat
just to see if unlike before
we will run to your rescue.

The memories still live in your head.
You make us prove again and yet again
we will come to your rescue
as you step into the flames you fan
to see if we will rush in.
You jump, no parachute on your back
to see if we will catch you.

It seems the monster took
the very thing we can’t replace,
your faith that love will save you.
Every time
we rush the flames to pull you out
and link arms to break your fall.
Yet you only see
we failed to protect you.

The prompt today was to write a monster poem. Oh man, who would have thought a monster poem prompt would spark so many thoughts? Not I. I only stopped writing because I have other responsibilities beyond poetry (though they are not nearly as fun). So the short of it is I wrote two poems for today maybe I will write the other two later. Here is the first. Oh and yes I should warn you they are both on the heavy side.

The Grim

There is a monster under my bed
it wants to shallow me whole
into an abyss
so dark, there is no light
for shadows to resemble you.

So dark I choke
on the thick – dry void
of nothingness.
No evidence of anything
not even the body I occupy,
other than the raging pain
of suffocation.

With news of a child’s death
you haunt my heart with memories
of how I could not save you.
There is a monster under my bed
that wants to swallow me whole.